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CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. I don’t know. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. She passed down the stairs and into the street. Glancing at each other, they rose from their seats and ventured to address the captain. He would know her address to-morrow. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. Wood. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. “If she is borrowing money,” said Miss Stanley, “she MUST be getting into debt. The father would be all steel. “I have given her two days’ holiday,” Anna answered. The air was thick with feelings. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me.
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